Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.